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| ReVolt; 11-15-2006 | |
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| Crimson Shards | Nov 16 2006, 04:42 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE The International champion springs from the corner and scoops down to the mat grabbing up his trusty fork he lost possession of earlier in the match. He quickly drives upward with the handle of the fork and jabs it into the throat of his masked opponent. XK gasps and coughs from the blow to the throat and staggers into a nearby corner where Toan begins to dig the fork into his mask as Kitten swats at his opponents hands in an attempt to remain masked. The Deathmatch Bastard digs in more violently and smiles as he begins to pull up on the mask and Mark Jackson pleads with him to stop! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Prime dashes in and kicks Matt in the gut before setting up for the Authority Bomb with hands around the King's throat ready to lift but he is stopped by Amy Spencer; who is accusing Prime of knocking her over so he could blind Impact. Impact plays along with the claims while he cleans out his eyes. Prime pleads his case quickly but no quickly enough as Impact can see again. Prime gets around Amy only to get a thumb to the eye for the second time, Amy didn't turn around quick enough to see it. Impact knees Prime in the gut twice before walking him to the middle of the ring and striking him with a third knee to the gut. Impact hoists Prime onto his shoulders. Impact throws Prime around and plants him with the Head on Collision! I'm tired of holdin' up the weight, the weight of the motherfuckin' world. All I want is to just get right Kailey stumbles backwards into the ropes, holding to them as she eyes Kennedy. She takes in a deep breath and waits as she notices Kennedy stirring on the canvas. Kailey moves to the turnbuckle, pulling herself to the second rope. Kennedy climbs to her feet, dazed and confused. She moves around the canvas, turning JUST AS KAILEY COMES OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!!! NO!!! Kennedy holds her hands up and breaks the axe handle! She buries her boot into Kailey’s midsection AND PLANTS HER WITH AN IMPLANT DDT!!! HERE RIGHT NOW !!! Prime stands up and stands back in a corner. He is considering his strategy as Hutch shows fight to start getting back up. Hutch turns around into a hard right hand from Prime to knock him back down. Hutch gets right back up and gets hammered one more time. Hutch pulls himself up off the canvas and Prime runs through him with a shoulder block, knocking Hutch through the ropes to the outside. Prime pulls Hutch up, slams a knee deep into his gut before looking out at the rabid crowd. Prime claps his arms around Hutch and flips him over...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX AND HUTCH IS SENT CRASHING THROUGH THE SLAM! ANNOUNCE TABLE! We struggle and fight just to get in the grave That's overflowing. Clock's ticking on my 15 minutes of fame Come on now He rolls himself to the ropes and uses them to haul his ass up, and turns back to his writhing opponent. Quickly he darts to his corner and snatches up his white board, scrawling something on it before showing it to the crowd. It reads “BUST A MOVE!”, and he proceeds to get down with his bad self as he break dances over to the challenger. Once he’s jiggied his way over to the Loon, he pops up and drops a Senton Leg Drop across his head and covers for the pin! 1 2 3... Nightmare is indeed bleeding profusely, cut open from the staple, Ahriman holds the staple gun high before trying to shoot another staple into Night’s head, he blocks Ahriman’s hand though and after a brief struggle Nightmare picks up Ahriman bearhug style, with a tremendous roar he goes sprinting towards the other entryway railing, driving Ahriman back first into it! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE The Fighting Spirit Champion wiggles about as he tries to get out from under Onikage, ending up on his back, and that’s when the Straight Edge Savior applies pressure to his mounted position, keeping the smaller man just as he is as he starts throwing elbow strikes at him, Graver tries to lift up his arms to block them but they are just too strong. At first they start out relatively slow but with each blow the former Ordinary member picks up steam with his shots, steadily making them quicker and quicker as he hammers away on the reigning champ with quite the ruthless aggression, a look in his eyes showing that Onikage seems to have snapped on Graver. Clarke circles around the two of them as Onikage continues to pound the Reject of FIW into grounded meat, Tony’s expression becoming more and more grim as Graver’s body becomes more and more lifeless than it was the previous second, suddenly a few gasps start ringing out through out the arena. A dark crimson liquid starts covering Onikage’s elbow pad and the ends of his black tape, staining them with blood, though it isn’t the only thing that gets coated, soon blood is disturbingly squirting upward from Graver’s face, splashing against Onikage’s mask and upper body, slowly running down it, even a bit splashes onto Tony Clarke! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Graver suddenly starts swinging his arms around and hopping to strike different poses with his legs as if mocking the martial arts background of two of his challengers. A grin spreads across his face as suddenly he turns to Kiyoshi, spraying a mouthful of beer in mist like fashion, blinding the second biggest man in the match! I'm flushing the trust of everyone, stabbing in the back and thinkin' they can break me. Set my sight can't die until I'm done Xtreme Kitten tells Johnson to begin to count Kiyoshi out, but Johnson refuses and he points over to Lance who is charging at Xtreme Kitten, but Xtreme Kitten counters Lance’s clothesline attempt with a flapjack. Lance crashes to the canvas, but he is quickly backed up on his feet and he is whipped to the turnbuckle by Xtreme Kitten. Xtreme Kitten charges at Lance for a turnbuckle clothesline, but Lance takes Xtreme Kitten down to the second turnbuckle face first with a drop toe hold. Xtreme Kitten grabs his face as he lies on his back against the turnbuckle. Lance walks over to Xtreme Kitten and grabs him by the arm and Lance wraps his arm around Xtreme Kitten’s neck and he plants him with a DDT. Xtreme Kitten crashes face first into the mat after the botched move! MIND ENDURANCE!!! Ragin’ grabs Remy by the hair and moves into a standing headscissor. He grabs Remy around the waist and hoists the Ultimate Endurance Champion onto his shoulders. Ragin’ pushes the Cajun up by the britches, but Remy rolls forward and slides down Ragin’s back!! He grabs Ragin’ by the leg, pulling Ragin’ off his feet. Remy quickly tangles Ragin’s legs up and weaves his own into them then falls backward to the mat! Ragin’ screams out in pain, reaching back to try and break the hold, but unable to bend his body enough. He claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes but they’re too far out of his reach! Never wanted any more than what I deserve, better bring it I'm takin' it all. Fuck an inch 'cause I'm bringin' a mile, It's on now Brighty manages to control his movement drops straight south onto Madrox's chest! MADROX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! BRIGHTY'S BACKSIDE SLAMS INTO THE CANVAS! Madrox is quickly up to his feet and runs to the ropes as Brighty is getting up. Madrox slides through Brighty's legs and then leaps up on top of Brighty as he turns around...HURRICANRANA! To his credit Brighty is quickly up to his feet but is groggy and vulnerable to Madrox taking him into a corner. Madrox tees off on the former Slam! Superstar of the Year with four hard right hands that go unanswered. Madrox looks for an irish whip across the ring but Brighty holds on to reverse! Madrox is shot into the turnbuckle but he controls himself, he leaps up onto the second rope and SPRINGBOARDS OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO A CROSS BODY BLOCK! 1 2 3... Whimpering Graver tries his best puppy dog eyes face and tries his best to weasel his way out from Kiyoshi’s grasp, though it is to no avail as Kiyoshi slowly shakes his head no with a grim expression on his face, he surprisingly whips Graver away from him, only to hold on and pull him right back into the welcoming from a vicious lariat! Amazingly the lariat doesn’t take Graver off of his feet, rather he gasps and groans as he tries to talk though it is as if from the sheer impact of the move his wind pipe has been caved in, slowly he staggers backwards as Nakahata releases the hold on his wrist, watching him calmly. Though he doesn’t stand there all day as like a lion stalking it’s prey he marches forward after the champion, looking like he might be in the mood to end this match, but suddenly a hand rests on his shoulder and whips him around, before Nightmare can even say what it seems like he was trying to say, Kiyoshi connects with a palm strike. The palm strike was so powerful it sends Nightmare flying right over the top rope and hitting the apron with a thud GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT CONFIDENCE Remy looks shocked down at his victim, expecting a much more beardy, Russiany-type guy under his boot. But he shrugs, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, until he turns around and spies a bear. Ragin’ gets another wicked sneer on his mug before BLASTING REMY IN THE GRILL WITH A HAYMAKER!! Remy’s eyelids flutter, but Ragin’ isn’t done, FORCING his head between his legs, then WRENCHING Remy upward onto his shoulders! Ragin’ tosses Remy’s legs outward, falling into a sit-out position, CRUSHING HIS FACE INTO THE MAT!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED YEAH, YEAH GO SPIT OUT ALL REASON YEAH Both competitors get back to their feet and Tomoko is the first to move in hooking up Toan and quickly lifts him off his feet with the Tomoko Driver. She drops to a seated position as she completes the finisher and then quickly draws her body over his legs applying as much weight as she can to his shoulders. That is until out of no where she is victim of a devastating Cat Kick to the face and falls backwards on the mat. XK drops his body over Tomoko and hooks a leg. Mark Jackson is already in position from her pin attempt and begins to count! This fire, is growing, it's burning, deep inside of me. Focused, driven, certain, the way it's got to be FIRE, GROWING, BURNING, DEEP INSIDE OF ME!!! FOCUSED, DRIVEN, CERTAIN, THE WAY IT'S GOT TO BE!!! Toan gets up to his feet and turns around looking at Kailey, he kicks her in the midsection and he hoist her up into the air with a one arm falcon arrow, but as he is goes to drop her down she is able to counter the move and she lands on her feet. Toan is pissed and he grabs the stop sign and slams it over her head and he whips her into the ropes and as she rebounds back Toan goes for another hiptoss, but Kailey counters the move twirling into a headscissor takedown, but she twirls a couple more times before planting Toan down with a DDT onto the chair in the middle of the ring. CROOKED (No Trust) LIAR (Conman) DRUNK WITH (Power) MENTOR (Taught me everything that I know) SO WRONG, WRONG WRONG WRONG Ninja stirs very little on the canvas as the figure steps over him, dropping the chair to their side. A pair of pale hands reaches up and takes a hold of the hood, whipping it back to reveal. Most of the fans jeer her actions, taking out one of the most popular champions on the roster, while a small contingent of NGIW faithful burst into a chorus of cheers for their favourite hardcore Hellcat! A sick smirk twists her ruby red lips as she takes the zip to her top and slowly peels it open to reveal a shiny, silver belt strapped around her waist. The cameras try to zoom in as she reaches round to her back and unhooks the belt, all the while her eyes fixed on the Cruiserweight champion, her studded tongue moistening her ruby reds. As Ninja tries to push himself off the mat Ghost drops down beside him and grabs the back of his mask, RAMMING his face back down into the canvas. She pulls his head back up and shoves the belt under him, making sure he gets a good, hard look at it. 1 2 3!!! GO SO FUCKING DETERMINED The heavy guitars of Mushroomhead's new jam "Save Us" rock over the fans in attendance as bright white light blasts through the entryway, revealing a silhouette. That black figure moves against the light, trekking toward the ring. The guitars die and the lights turn a moody shade of pale blue. Tier walks through the reaching arms of the fans, face blank and emotionless. SO FUCKING DETERMINED GO!!![/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Nov 16 2006, 04:47 AM Post #2 |
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JH: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to yet another wonderful edition of ReVolt! It’s November fifteenth and we are heading straight into Violence Fetish! CL: But first tonight we gots some fucking things to get straight, like our lord and savior taking his place within the Dual Crown title match at said event. CM: Fat chance of that happening, Madrox is staying where he belongs. Just like tonight Red Cell will prove going into Violence Fetish they mean business when Matt derails that freak, Xanthius and Kiyoshi Nakahata retains his championship! Not to mention when Toan- CL: Gets his ass handed to him on a silver platter by Extreme Ninja #2. CM: Hey! No! That’s not what I was going to say! Toan is going to show why he should’ve been on Violence Fetish when he destroys Kitten and the two losers! This is going to be a worse slaughtering than what Maj will do to Kailey tonight! JH: In either case, let’s get this under way folks! MA: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the opening bout for this edition of ReVolt and is scheduled for a fifteen minute time limit, and is elimination rules! The official assigned to this four way dance is Michaela Menendez! A low hum sound comes from the speakers and soon a guitar begins to play with sound effects in the background, drums and the sound steel being hammered comes in at around thirty seconds. Xtreme Kitten appears from behind the curtain as the drums come in; Lucy is following Kitten as she holds onto her large steel chain which as usual is attached to a collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck. Xtreme Kitten kicks the chain link fence on the stage in time with the beat of the hammer; he stays on the stage kicking until percussion drops out, Kitten snaps to an attention like pose. [align=center]I clench my teeth and realize My world is so near its demise A dying sun in a poisonous sky Stinging my eyes Burning with contempt and conflict[/align] The percussion comes back with the vocals but the steel sound is gone. Xtreme Kitten starts to walks to the front of the stage and stops at the stairs as Lucy pulls on the chain, they walk down the stairs together and walk towards the ring. Xtreme Kitten and Lucy stop at ring side. [align=center]As of now I am a tool Of severe impact[/align] Xtreme Kitten begins to move as the steel sound comes back, he once again kicks the fencing with the sound. Lucy leads Xtreme Kitten around the ring; they stop near the ring stairs as the music drops out, the bass booms, the music comes back and Xtreme Kitten and Lucy head up the stairs. [align=center]I clench my fist and visualize The blood that is spilled is our own I open wide my bloodshot eyes Count the dead A result of dysfunction[/align] Lucy undoes the collar around Xtreme Kitten’s neck during the verse, the music is cut, Lucy hopes off the apron, Xtreme Kitten steps into the ring and goes to his corner ready to start the match. CL: This guy’s been having a shitty two weeks, first he loses his title to Vinj of all people and then he gets nearly deformed by Elrick. Though, the latter of those two, I enjoyed quite a fucking lot. CM: Course you would, you seem to be a big supporter of the hacks in this company and their work, a word I use loosely for that. JH: In my opinion, he’s gotten what he deserves for putting another living being in a god damn coma! CM: Settle down, Bitchen. JH: It is just inexcusable for some one to do some thing so horrible! CL: Eh, at least he isn’t hanging people to giant Xs and stalking them, and playing mind games with them. The infamous quote from The Boondock Saints is heard around the arena... [align=center]"For a few seconds... this place was Armageddon! There was a FIRE FIGHT!!! Reach out and touch faith![/align] The tunes of “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson sends the crowd into a frenzy of jeers as it pumps out the PA system before the man himself, the Hardcore Jesus walks threw the curtains along with the Red Cell mouthpiece, LOBO Malvado, alongside him He stands on the top of the walkway, looking out at the people in attendance with a crazed grin… Toan raises his arms into his trademark crucifix pose that sets off blazing flames from the stage to erupt! As they then die down Toan lowers his arms and walks down the walkway, stopping only to call a random fan a faggot or some other slur as LOBO follows nearby… LOBO takes his position at ringside as Toan reaches the apron and slides into the ring, ascending to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and performing the crucifix pose once again, flexing to show the abundance of scars around his body to the audience’s displeasure. Toan then hops down, remove his shades and ring jacket, throws them to LOBO on the outside before leaning in his corner for the match to start. CM: My messiah! My lord! My savior! Oh look at him, Bitchen and Conse! He’s…he’s beautiful! JH: …*Scoots a bit away from Chip* CL: My gaydar is going through the fucking roof! CM: Oh har, har, har, don’t be jealous just ‘cause you can’t recognize greatness like I can. CL: Huh…is that what they are calling fucking pieces of shit now a days, greatness, good to know. JH: And knowing is half the battle. The arena plunges into darkness as "O Fortuna" gongs in and rings out all around the arena. All attention, cinemagraphically speaking, is drawn to the ReVoltrons which both present a video that puts Prime in a masterpiece light. In this video package he poses in and out of shadows, flexing in flickers of white light and then the choir culminates into the final chord… [align=center]YEAAAA![/align] Saliva's "I Walk Alone" rocks the PA as the afore mentioned darkness now gives way to a spectacular and celestial light show. The ReVoltrons now light up with Primes symbol bouncing and vibrating in and out of focus beneath a sheer static overtone. Prime walks out onto the stage with his head hung... [align=center]I WALK ALOOOONE![/align] Standing before the capacity crowd, Prime reels back and pops off a shouting Triple H pose into the Randy Orton “Legend Killer” pose but modified into more of a flex and grin. A machine gun pyro effect fires all around Prime through the chain link fencing as he holds his pose. The pyro smoke intentionally consumes his body and he soon burst through the smoke all pumped up, shouting, and ready to go. He makes his way confidently to the ring, eyeing his opponent the whole time. With ease, he leaps up onto the apron and all four posts and four matching ceiling sets burst in a sparkling white flare. Prime ducks between the ropes and heads right to the turnbuckle. Once he stands on the middle rope, Prime throws out his "Prime pose" once again and then leaps backward off the turnbuckle and bounces to warm up before his match. JH: This is another man that has been suffering from quite a few bumps in the road, both in mental health and in the ring. Seemingly every time he starts to pick up momentum, some thing derails him. CL: And you are upset or some thing about that fucking fact? JH: Well, no, due to his ego, I’m not, but it is a shame none the less as when Prime is at hundred percent he is one of the top athletes in FIW. CM: It isn’t an ego, Bitchen, he actually is modest at how great he is. CL: Oh, he’s right Bitchen, if Toan is greatness, Prime must be great too! Too bad neither is fucking awesome like Ninja. CM: I hate you… Suddenly the lights cut out entirely, plunging the arena into darkness, and it doesn’t take long for a few very dark blue lights to start shining, drenching the fans and the ring in blue. Fog starts pouring out near the entrance way, shrouding it in mist, before long the entire arena is nearly engulfed in it. The dark blue lights flash green and red, and purple and then back to blue as a voice booms over the speakers. [align=center]The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The champ is here The Evil Genius The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yeah D-Block Mother Fuckers The champ is here Kiss what ma niggas The champ is here[/align] ”The Champ in Here” by Jadakiss starts playing as the curtain is whipped back. Extreme Ninja #2 walks out from behind the curtain, he is wearing his standard in-ring and entrance gear however over his robe he is sporting around his waist the FIW Flycore Championship. Ninja looks around as the fans cheer him on before he lifts up his sign dramatically and it reads “The Champ is here~!” [align=center]Fuckin wit the champion You already know J-A-D-A Kiss the game goodbye You fuckin wit the champion You already know The champ is here Aha The champ is here Yea The champ is here That’s right The champ is here[/align] Ninja hurries down and slides into the ring and he wastes no time to march over to the corner. He hops up onto it and undoes his championship belt, grabbing it in his right hand and lifting it up in the air. Majority of the fans cheer for him, including the group of fans in the front row dressed up like him hold up their signs which reads “Hail the Champ!” and “Now 100% Smarty Free!”, and bow to him. EN #2 hops off of the turnbuckle and the lights go up and Ninja flicks back his robe’s hood, revealing his mask fully, he casually undoes his robe’s tie to get ready for the match ahead. CL: Say Chip, if Toan’s so great why doesn’t he have a title belt around his waist? Ninja does. CM: Toan doesn’t have a championship around his waist simply because he chooses not to be so cruel to the others. Since if he tried to actually go after a championship he’d end up with all of them, and that’d be hogging. JH: It amazes me that you actually believe those things you say… CM: Why? It’s the truth; Toan would look like Ultimo Dragon from the nineties’ long lost brother. CL: Except Ultimo has talent and is better looking. JH: Any ways, Ninja’s mask is still showing the affects of Momoko’s fire ball it would appear. MA: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, he hails from Shoal Bay, NSW, Australia and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds, and stands at six feet and three inches…HE! IS! XTREME KIIIIIIIIIIIITENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! The fans spray XK with jeers as he paws at them and hisses, apparently not liking them just as much as they don’t like him. MA: And introducing second, he hails from San Diego, California and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds, and stands at six feet and six inches…HE! IS! PRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMME~!!! While the fans’ hatred shifts to the biggest man in the match, Prime clutches at his skull, muttering some thing to himself. MA: And introducing their opponent, he hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in tonight at two hundred pounds and stands at five feet and ten inches…He is the last ever FIW Cruiserweight Champion of the World….He is the reigning FIW Flycore Champion…HE! IS! EXTREMMMMMMMEEEEEEE NNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNJA NUMBER TWO~!!! ”Cheap Pop” is what his sign reads as he holds it up into the air, getting a massive cheer from the crowd, nodding his head lightly. MA: And now introducing the final competitor in this match, he hails fr- LOBO snatches the micro phone from Anderson’s hand and turns to the entrance way, sticking his index and middle fingers in his mouth and whistles. Instantly Mijutso Tenako sprints from the backstage area grinning ear to ear while the fans jeer him. He slides into the ring and takes the micro phone from Malvado. Mijutso: Ahem, and introducing the final and greatest competitor in this match up. He is a former FIW Television Champion, a former FIW Openweight Champion and a former FIW Extreme Chaos Champion, and a former FIW Slam International Champion. Those four championships combined being three more than Tier’s ever held in FIW and altogether more prestigious than the one Tier held. The man that should’ve been facing Sean Madrox in the main event tonight. He is the Hardcore Jesus and the Garbage Wrestling Zeus, as well as the Crimson King. Also he is the leader of the most dominant and revolutionary faction ever in FIW, Red Cell and is representing said faction in this match. He hails from the Kingdom of Pain and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds, and stands at six feet, and stands erect at twelve inches or so I’ve heard…he is the one…the only…HE! IS! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! After all of the fans wake up from falling asleep during that introduction they shower Toan in jeers. Though, from ringside various shades of red streamers fly up through the air and bath the ring and Toan in crimson. The Hardcore Jesus takes a few bows, which only makes the jeering grow even louder until a single roll of TP flies from the audience. It hits Toan on the top of his head and he quickly stands up, glaring out to see what hit him. When he sees the roll of TP he nearly throws a fit as he picks it up and chucks it back into the crowd, exiting the ring and going over towards the barricade. CM: Who dared throw toilet paper at Toan?! JH: That was perhaps the most ridiculous introduction I’ve ever seen! CL: Those stage monkeys better clean up that mess Red Cell made before the match starts, I fucking hate messy rings. [align=center]DING DING DING~!!![/align] Prime walks over towards the ropes and shouts out at the leader of Red Cell, calling for him to get in the ring. While the Hardcore Jesus seems too busy harassing the fans to play with Prime, Ninja isn’t. The second generation Extreme Ninja dropkicks the back of Prime’s knee cap, making him drops down to one knee. Quickly he races across the ring and in mid-stride picks up his sign. He lifts it up just in time for the fans to shout what it says as he shining stomps Prime’s skull in, “I STEP ON YOU~!!!” JH: Ninja just hit his finisher on Prime and is going for the cover! CM: No! Prime! [align=center]1![/align] CL: That’s what fucking happens when you try stupid shit and take your eyes off of your other opponents. JH: It certainly would be embarrassing if Prime was eliminated from this match so early on! [align=center]2![/align] CM: Come on! His shoulders are clearly off of the mat ref! Stop counting! CL: Guess Prime should try and find a day job. [align=center]3~!!![/align] MA: Prime has been eliminated by pin fall! As soon as Prime rolls out of the ring Xtreme Kitten ducks under the top rope and charges at the smaller man. The fans sit in amazement as Kitten almost takes to the air with a leg lariat to the back of Ninja, sending him back down to the mat. FIW’s Feline Fighter scrambles up to his feet and raises his leg, arching it at the knee and brings it down full force. Viciously his Garvin Stomp, otherwise known as the Garbage Stomp, looks to nearly cave EN #2’s skull in! Perhaps getting a little cocky, Kitten calls for another one and lifts up his leg, arching it at the knee once more. CL: Fucking cat bastard! He snuck up on Ninja and is trying to cave his skull in. CM: Ha, ha, ha, that’s how it’s done right there. JH: We are down to three and at this rate, we might be down to two very soon! CL: Fuck that shit, Ninja isn’t going down so easily. JH: Never said he would, Conse. CM: Ha, you are actually trying to suggest to me that Ninja is going to eliminate Kitten? Now that’s funny. Xtreme Kitten slams his foot downward and his boot makes a thunderous noise when it connects with nothing but canvas. Puzzled by this development, Kitten lowers his base and looks around the general area of his foot for Ninja’s body but finds nothing. Little does he know that the second of the Extreme Ninja legacy is running towards the ropes. He springs off of them and rushes back towards his foe from his foe’s right side, leaping into the air. With a thud Extreme Ninja #2’s modified jumping body splash that looks more like a flying cross body hits XK’s back, sending them both back down to the canvas. CM: D’oh! CL: Heh, such a newbie mistake, even some one in Hell should’ve been at least able to see Ninja’s shadow in time to move out of the way in time. JH: It doesn’t look like Ninja is quite done yet with his opponent! Picking himself up, EN #2 gets to his feet while XK clutches his back and rolls over onto it, whimpering and groaning in agony. Ninja picks up his sign and quickly hurries over to the near by turnbuckle, scribbling some thing onto the sign. “YOU MARK OUT NOW~!!!” the sign reads as he hops up onto the first buckle, spring boarding off of the bottom rope. He delivers a nasty moonsault onto Xtreme Kitten and repeats the process with the second and middle ropes with a second moonsault. Extreme Ninja #2 scrambles back up to his feet and shuffles quickly over towards the turnbuckle, leaping up and hitting the final spring board moonsault off of the very top before he goes for the cover! JH: The fans mark out now! CL: To think, I didn’t think there was a single kayfabe breaking ounce in your body, Bitchen. [align=center]1![/align] CM: Yeah, me either. JH: It’s the name of the move, guys… [align=center]2![/align] CL: I know, I was just fucking with you, relax. CM: I wasn’t, I didn’t know that was the move’s name. [align=center]3~!!![/align] MA: Xtreme Kitten has been eliminated by pin fall! Upon this announcement being made Michaela starts a count on Toan, the Hardcore Jesus who is currently holding a fan by his shirt and threatening him finally notices. He drops the poor terrified teenager and looks around, noticing Kitten and Prime nowhere to be seen. Roughly he shoves his way through the fans the way he originally came and hops over the guard rail. Toan turns his attention and slaps Mijutso upside the head, apparently scolding him for not making him alert to the situation before now. As Tenako rubs his head, the English veteran slides under the bottom rope and rolls right up to his feet. CL: Alright, time for Ninja to take this fucker home by kicking Toan’s head off! JH: Sadly, I don’t think it will be that simple to put away the leader of Red Cell. CM: You bet your ass it won’t, Toan won’t fall to a loser like Ninja. JH: I didn’t say that either, Ninja could still very well beat Toan. CM: Yeah right, like that could ev…eh? What’s he doing? CL: Is Toan doing what the fuck I think he is doing…? To a hush crowd that is mildly confused over what they are watching, Toan extends his hand into the space between his masked opponent and him. A greasy smirk creeps over the aged lips of the Zeus of Destruction as he stares into the mask. Extreme Ninja #2 tilts his head to the side ever so slightly and he stares down at the offered hand. Mijutso looks ready to protest at ringside but LOBO holds him back and shares a similar smirk to Toan’s. Quietly, so the cameras at ringside can’t pick it up, Toan starts speaking to the younger wrestler. CM: My lord! Toan’s generosity knows no bounds! He even offers some one like Ninja the honor of shaking his hand! CL: More like he knows no lows, trying to con Ninja into joining his side to avoid battling him, fucking coward. JH: This certainly isn’t what any of us expected, but then again, it makes sense given what Toan had to say about Ninja earlier in the week. CL: If Ninja accepts that hand after all Horrorcore has fucking done for him, I’m going to fucking puke. CM: It would be the wisest thing he can do for not only right now, but his entire career. Renounce the Horrorcore beliefs like Sister Wakari did and move on to better things with his life. JH: You know, you really don’t help ridding people’s opinion that Red Cell is nothing but a bunch of elitist cult members. His words seep in through the mask and into Extreme Ninja #2’s brain as he continues to stare down at Toan’s hand, listening tentatively. When the Hardcore Messiah finally finishes in his offer, he pushes his hand even closer into Ninja’s personal space. Toan’s eyes burning with glee at the fact that his offer seems to be swaying EN #2’s mind and resolve. Slowly Extreme Ninja #2 extends his hand from his side as well, only to slap the taste right out of Toan’s mouth! The echo of the connection rings out through the entire arena while the fans cheer loudly and Toan looks on shocked, clutching his cheek. JH: I think that was a definitive no on joining Red Cell from Ninja! CM: That ingrate! That was the offer of a life time he just threw away! CL: More like the worst move he could’ve made, luckily Ninja isn’t fucking retarded like the bunch of followers Toan has so far. CM: Retarded?! Re-friggin-tarded?! So being a Fighting Spirit Champion or Tag Team Champion of World qualifies you as a retard now a days?! JH: No, Kiyoshi and Matt both earned their respected titles before they ever joined Red Cell. CL: Exactly, all Toan’s fucking done is stick a red wood tree up each of their asses. A look of anger contorts Toan’s facial features and dominants it as he rushes forward, throwing out his arm and looking for the Jesus Bomber. Ninja ducks under the lariat however and nearly takes the Hardcore Jesus’ head off with a roundhouse kick. Quickly he whips the dazed and stumbling Toan into the ropes. He leaps up to grab the Red Cell leader to perform a monkey flip, only the veteran at last second side steps it and continues running. Extreme Ninja #2 slowly gets back up to his feet while Toan springs off of the ropes and came running back, hitting the Jesus Bomber from behind on EN #2! CL: Fuck! That bastard hit that one so hard it sent Ninja fucking face first smacking into the mat! CM: The Jesus Bomber proves why you don’t fuck with Toan, bitch! JH: Toan’s lariat is perhaps only rivaled by his very own team mate’s, Kiyoshi Nakahata, though Nakahata doesn’t have the flashy name for his. CL: That’s because Kiyoshi’s, unlike Toan’s pussy one, is so powerful it doesn’t need a name to be remembered. CM: Hey, the pussy lariat just nearly snapped Ninja’s spine. JH: Not to discredit Toan, but, Ninja isn’t out of this quite yet, he’s come back from worse beatings. Indeed Jonathon is correct, with a hint of spaghetti legs; Ninja slowly gets his body back up to a vertical base. But before he can stand up straight Toan locks in a front face lock and throws the two of them back, delivering a monstrous Amen DDT! Extreme Ninja #2 springs back up to his feet from the sheer impact, stumbling and staggering before falling over. Toan wastes no time hurrying back up to his feet, he jogs over to the ropes, exiting under the top rope out onto the apron. Confidently he struts across the apron like a certain man that is sweet and sour or maybe even a natural kind of boy before he starts his climb up the turnbuckle. CM: Ha, talk about a freaking cake walk. CL: I think Toan is confusing himself for some one else, not that it is a surprise since he has about as many fucking brain cells as women have periods per month. CM: Oh ho, ho, ho, so witty. JH: Ninja looks to be in some serious trouble if you ask me. CL: No shit, Sherlock. JH: This could be the very end for Ninja. Carefully he makes his way up the buckles, taking time to jaw jack with the fans and flip them off and even give a few the up yours’ gesture. “Death from Above!” Mijutso’ sign reads as he holds it up proudly and LOBO applauds Toan. Surprisingly the English veteran stops perching up on the top, instead standing up straight on it. He soaks in the hatred from the fans and they certainly aren’t shy to give him their hatred. Like a hawk he flies through the air and gracefully brings himself down onto Ninja’s chest with Death from Above! JH: Good god! That might’ve just caved Ninja’s lungs in! CM: Death from Above! Death from Above! Death from Above! Ow-Ow-ouch! CL: Shit! Talk about fucking having your chest be crushed. JH: It is impressive that a man of Toan’s age can still get the height and even go to the top like he just did, CL: Fuck that, I’m not giving him props for that, Bombastico can still do that shit if he wants to and he is a lot older. CM: Yeah, but Toan is in FIW, not some over the hill lucha freak. He rolls right through and beams with a grin as he holds up his index finger, mouthing the words “one more time” as the fans greet him with more jeers. Quickly he hurries over to the opposite side of the ring’s turnbuckle, climbing it. Despite adrenaline helping him in this task, he still finds a bit of trouble with turning around. It is during this that Extreme Ninja #2 kips right up to his feet to various cheers. Ninja races over and scales up the turnbuckle, Toan doesn’t notice until it is too late and he is thrown from the top with a super german suplex! CL: Fully fucking sick! Toan just landed on the canvas neck first! Buddha I hope that bastard is crippled from that! JH: DAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGERRRRRROUS~!!! CM: Toan! Oh god, Toan! I think he might be dead! CL: Thank fuck if he is! CM: That’s a horrible thing to say! JH: While I don’t like Toan either, I must agree with Chip on this one, Conse, that was a horrible thing to say. Gingerly Extreme Ninja #2 bends over from the top turnbuckle and picks up his sign, and just as gingerly starts walking across the top rope. When he reaches the middle of it he stops and tries to balance himself on it and writes some thing on his sign. Quickly he holds it up and it reads “DANGEROUS~!!! [size0]Don’t try this at home kids.” And launches his body off of the apron, twirling through the air. He slams down onto Toan stomach first with his shooting star press and hooks the leg as Michaela drops down for the cover! CM: No! It can’t end like this! Don’t tell me that little brat is going to beat the leader of the revolution within the revolution! JH: Ninja might’ve just further proved why he is one of FIW’s most deadly underdogs! [align=center]1![/align] CL: Count! Count as fast as you can without it making you bias, Michaela! CM: Hey! Don’t encourage such actions! She should be counting as slow as she can so Toan can recover in time to kick out! [align=center]2![/align] JH: Ninja has it in the bag! This is it, folks! Ninja is going to defeat the leader of Red Cell! CL: It is time for a sexy party after ReVolt! [align=center]3~!!! NO!!! KICK OUT!!![/align] To the disbelief of every one in the arena, even Mijutso and Malvado, Toan kicks out just barely before the third count. FIW’s Flycore Champion sits up and holds his head, not believing what just happened. As he notices Toan starting to stir, he gets back up to his feet and Toan is soon to follow. Toan grabs a hold of Ninja and whips him into the ropes, where Michaela fails to notice Mijutso whacks Ninja on the back with his sign! The second generation Extreme Ninja staggers back into Toan’s welcoming arms that scoop him up and drop him with the Spider in the Brain and makes the cover! JH: What the heck?! Mijutso just struck Ninja with his sign! CL: Toan is trying to fucking steal this one! [align=center]1![/align] CM: Pure brilliance! That’ll teach Ninja to call Tenako not bishi! JH: This is ridiculous! The referee didn’t even see it! [align=center]2![/align] CL: Fucking high way robbery! Fuck Red Cell, the bunch of Noah damn mother ass raping cheaters! CM: It’s not always the best in skill or ability that wins, but some times the smartest! [align=center]3~!!! DING DING DING~!!![/align] MA: Here is your winner via pin fall…TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!!! ”Personal Jesus” blares over the sound system and the New Jersey crowd hates every single moment of it. They really get pissed when Michaela raises Toan’s arm in victory, throwing their trash at the Hardcore Jesus. Quickly he rolls out of the ring and is greeted by Mijutso and LOBO who both celebrate with him as they walk up the aisle. Slowly Extreme Ninja #2 starts to stir and lifts his head, looking at the three Red Cell members. However his, Red Cell’s and the fans’ attention soon turns to the ReVolTron as it springs to life. CL: Is that… JH: Smarty Smark! The plump and smug face of Extreme Ninja #2’s manager fills the screen and slowly a grin spreads across LOBO’s lips. As if the Red Cell associate were aware of some thing no one else was. Not even his fellow Red Cell members by the looks on Mijutso’s and Toan’s faces. Smarty Smark: Well, well, well, what do we have here? Extreme Ninja #2 loses yet another match, what a shocker. But I didn’t come here to discuss how much of a failure you are without my aid, Ninja. What I came here to do is some thing of a deal a certain some one and I devised. A deal that involves your FIW Flycore Championship, little buddy. Ninja waves Michaela over and she brings him his sign, he uses it to prop his body back up to his feet before writing on it. Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: What do you want Smarty? A chuckle like snort rings out from the chubby lips of the manager and he shakes his head. Smarty Smark: Oh no, no, no, it isn’t what I want, Ninja, it’s what my friend wants. And this certain friend of mine wants you to give Momoko Wakari another FIW Flycore Championship shot. To be more exact, he wants you to grant her this title shot at Violence Fetish. Ninja stumbles a bit and quickly writes down on his sign. Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: I may be a fighting champion, but I already defeated Momoko, there is no need for me to do it again. You’re going to have to tell your friend to find some one else to bother about getting a title shot against for Momoko. Surprisingly, this response doesn’t seem to annoy or anger Smarty Smark in the very least. Smarty Smark: We thought you might say some thing like that, and so we have some thing to sweeten the deal for you. He points his chubby digit at the camera and down at Extreme Ninja #2 in the ring. Smarty Smark: I am so confident in Wakari’s ability to brutalize and humiliate you in that ring at Violence Fetish, I’ll put your contract up on the line. From behind Ninja’s mask it is apparent an eyebrow is raised by the Flycore Champ. Smarty Smark: That’s right, I’ll put my control over your contract on the line in this match up as well. If by some small miracle you manage to defeat her, the contract is yours’ and I’m gone from your life. But, if you lose like you most likely will, the contract stays mine and you will lose that precious strap of yours’. His smirk darkens and his expression actually holds a sinister vibe to it. Smarty Smark: Remember Ninja, every good thing has a price to pay for it. The FIW Flycore Champion thinks over the deal and Toan, and Mijutso start asking Malvado what’s up, not knowing what in the world is going on. After a few moments Extreme Ninja #2 stares back up at Smarty Smark and holds up his sign. Extreme Ninja #2’s Sign Reads: Yes, I accept. The fans cheer loudly at this announcement and Smarty chuckles joyfully and claps his hands together a few times. Smarty Smark: Glad to see you have some intelligence left in that head of yours’ to know a good deal when you see it. Oh, and by the way, this title defense at Violence Fetish… His smirk widens as he pauses and Ninja tilts his head to the side in puzzlement. Smarty Smark: It’ll be contested under Vertical Limits Rules! Smarty Smark laughs loudly along with the Red Cell members as Red Cell slowly hrads backstage and Extreme Ninja #2 continues to stare up at Smarty Smark. The image cutting to backstage as Smarty’s laughs slowly fade. The camera comes off commercial and we move to a scene of a locker room, Elrick stands, he’s talking into his mobile and he doesn’t notice the camera’s presence nor Janine Morrigan‘s, Janine seems to not really care he’s on his phone, she smokes her cigarette which Elrick catches whiff off, turning to see Janine, she sarcastically smiles towards him, Elrick sighs, turning away once more. Elrick: Look I have to go ok? It was nice seeing you last week after the match and yes, I might come back but I just don’t know ok? … Elrick: Ok, bye… I… I… love you too… Elrick puts his mobile into his pocket ending the call and turning to the now cigarette less Janine, she seems cranky as usual but takes a seat, looking towards Elrick who’s yet to be told why she’s even in the locker room with him. Janine: Nobody had the balls or guts to actually come in here and ask you some questions, so you know I don’t like you, you probably hate me, so I don’t care please or offend, but I got some questions for you to answer. Elrick looks quite bemused, but he doesn’t really seem in the mood to argue so he simply sits himself down too. Elrick: I’m sure I know what there going to be, the usual crap about my life and that I got eliminated last week so fast and all that joy, Janine I really don’t need to hear it, I know everyone also saw a women by my locker room and enter it last week, it was simple who it was too… Janine: Yeah, cheated on so you cheat right back, nice work… Elrick takes Janine’s little comment quite offensively, he looks at her with utter disgust as he answers her obviously anger building question. Elrick: How about you do something you don’t do often… Shut UP! That was my fuckin’ wife! She came to US to talk to me! So no I ain’t cheated on anyone and that person I was talking to? My wife, Megan, we have broke up, yes I contemplated divorce but things change just like my FIW career, so how about I get this all out in the open so it shuts you up shall I. Janine: Sure, if it makes you happy, just don’t get all emotional, I get tired of you lot doing that. Elrick growls, he looks really irritated by Janine and just looks pissed off, he then walks past her leaving the room, not before turning to her. Elrick: I don’t need to explain shit to anyone actually, this is my life, not ANY of you! Me and Megan are sorting things out, now I have to leave, so kindly remove yourself so when I get back the smell of smoke has gone, got me? Elrick gives her one last glare before leaving, really not looking to happy Janine just shrugs, lighting up a cigarette and relaxing back in the chair. Janine: He’s gone, so you go, I have people to hate. The camera cuts back to the commentary desk. |
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[align=center]Short Results Maj Tahal Vs. Kailey Lane Results: Maj Tahal defeats Kailey Lane via pin fall[/align] A candle lit chambers is what the camera cuts backstage to, the room resembling more of a dungeon than the General Manager’s office, but that’s because it is a boiler room. But none the less Krähe sits behind his desk on his throne like seat, his hands resting under the desk. The all too familiar massive figure of Lazaro looms behind the throne like seat and his soulless eyes stare out at their guests. FIW’s General Manager’s guests are none other than Onikage and Graver. Both look like they don’t know why they are here and are unsure of the other’s presence in the office. Though at a hand motion from the robotic like man, Graver sits down and Onikage reluctantly takes a seat as well. The four men sit in silence for several moments while Onikage stares at the replacement for Tier and Graver looks over the place. Finally Graver turns his attention away from the remodeling Krähe did to the boiler room and glares at him. Graver: So why the fuck did you call me here and why the fuck is sleeps-with-midgets here too? A monotone and robotic cackle edges out of the electronic mask of the General Manager. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Glad one of you decided to ask.. kssshhhhhk... I was beginning to worry I’d have to start us off... kssshhhhhk... It has to do with your two’s interactions as of late…kssshhhhhk... The Savior of Sorrow folds his arms over his chest and his eyes continue to seemingly try to pierce through the steel that makes up the mask he is looking at. Onikage: What of it? Krähe: kssshhhhhk... It is starting to get out of hand.. kssshhhhhk... And I believe it needs to be settled so that both of you can get on with your careers productively... kssshhhhhk... That is the reason I called you both in, to see if there isn’t any thing that both of you could be satisfied with to settle the score…kssshhhhhk... Onikage: Edmond’s career has never been any thing resembling productive. Graver glares at the one masked man in the room with no ties to Tier. Graver: Fuck you too, Oni-guy-gay. Onikage: For the last time, it’s not Oni-guy-gay, it isn’t Oni-cage, and it isn’t Oni-I-fuck-sheep, it is Oni- Krähe: kssshhhhhk... GENTLEMEN…kssshhhhhk... May we continue on with the subject at hand?…kssshhhhhk... Graver: Fine, not like I fucking care. Once again silence falls over the room, only to be broken when Graver stands up and passes wind. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Lovely… kssshhhhhk... Graver: What? When you have to fart, you have to fucking fart, besides I got an idea for that shit you rambled on about. How about this, Oni-I have a confusing name, Graver, Violence Fetish…Street Fight? Eh? Eh? Graver grins brightly as he awaits a reaction from the General Manager. Onikage: I refuse. Krähe’s and Graver’s attention turns to Onikage who finally piped in. Graver: Why the fuck not?! Onikage: Because, I have no desire to compete in such a match unless I get some thing in return. The Hardcore Fuckamaniac’s expression shifts to confusion and he raises an eyebrow. Graver: Like what, a fucking blowjob? I don’t swing that way for your information and all along just called you that to fuck with you, didn’t know you actually swung for that s- Onikage: No, not a blow job, Edmond. He scoffs lightly in disgust and shakes his head. Onikage: Straight Edge. The minister of Awesomocity blinks a few times, obviously not catching on to what he means by that. Graver: What about your faggy cult life style? Onikage: If I am forced to take part in a street fight, I want a stipulation that states if I win, you must become Straight Edge. That means you may no longer drink alcoholic beverages or intake any substance as well as stop any casual sexual interactions. Graver’s eyes grow as wide as basket balls at this announcement, and he quickly shakes his head. Graver: Fuck that sh…wait a second, if you get that, can I get one too? Onikage shrugs his shoulder and a smirk beams over Graver’s face. Graver: Fucking sweet! Then sure, I’ll take you up on your crazy fucking zombie mask wearing stipulation. But, when you lose, I get to make you drink a whole keg of beer! Onikage: Hmph, very well, though I can ensure you that won’t be happening. FIW’s Straight Edge Artist gets to his feet and stares down Graver, who smirks back at him. Krähe clears his throat and both men’s attention returns to the General Manager. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Yes, great… kssshhhhhk... Now please leave my office, I have to prepare for some thing …kssshhhhhk... Both head towards the door and Krähe’s attention returns to some paper work on his desk while the camera cuts back to ringside… MA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a ROLL OF THE DIIIICE MATCH for the FIW Fighting! SPIRIT! CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIIIIP! On the way to the ring at this time from Komachi City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan, he represents RRRRED CELL and collectively holds the FIW Fighting Spirit and Tag Team Championships, KEEEYOSHIIIII NAKAHATAAAAAAAAA!!! The arena is plunged into darkness, with the only lights on in the building focused on the entrance stage which - as the synth intro to Rusty Nail starts - is filling up with smoke, pierced by an assortment of multi coloured lasers. The guitar starts up with the emergance of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka from the artificial cloud, proudly strutting to the edge of the ramp. At his destination, he draws his sword from it's sheath at his belt and slashes forward in one fluid motion as he drops to one knee. [align=center]Kioku no kakera ni, egaita bara wo mitsumete Togireta, omoi de kasaneru kawaranai yume ni[/align] Slowly Daisuke draws the sword back to himself and stabs the point down to the floor, as his voice continues to ring out around the arena. He strikes a praying warrior pose, just in time for... [align=center]Oh, Rusty Nail![/align] The rest of the chorus is drowned out by a series of blinding explosions of pyro on the stage behind him, the smoke eventually clearing to reveal a hooded figure staring at the floor. Kiyoshi Nakahata surveys the ring and the crowd. There was once a time when Kiyoshi would have seemed overwhelmed and a hobbling Daisuke would have had to drag him down to the ring; but now that time seems long gone the way that he strides towards the ring to find his destiny, brushing straight past Daisuke who maintains his pose with his hands clasped on the hilt of his sword. When he eventually gets to the ring, Kiyoshi walks up the ring steps, and around the long way to his corner over the apron, and vaults up onto his corner, sitting himself down on the top rope. As the lights finally return, Daisuke finally opens his eyes and walks down to join his brother in arms in the corner before the start of the match. JH: The champion looks focused, he is ready for a fight, ladies and gentlemen. CL: This guy’s a fucking idiot. I know it’s hard for me to say that with GRIMACE of all people in this match, but sometimes I just wanna’ fuckin’ cut Daisuke’s throat so he’ll stop babbling his crazy moon man speech. From the arena P.A. system arises Grant Rice’s music. The bass thumps through the arena’s sound system as we await Grant. [align=center]You Can Hate Me You Can Hate Me Hate The Air That I Breathe Air That I Breathe Cause I’m The Next Thing To Be Next Thing To Be Well I Ain’t You and You Ain’t Me![/align] MA: Introducing challenger 1, he hails from Kansas City, Missouri, he is GRRRRANT! RICE! Grant slowly emerges from the curtains and onto the stage. He is met with a chorus of boo’s from the fans before he even has a chance to do anything to provoke them. Grant just ignores them as he walks forward before stopping to look out into the crowd. He shakes his head before continuing down the steps and proceeds to walk down the aisle toward the ring. Grant nears the ring as he glances off into the crowd but pays them no attention before he climbs up the stairs and into the ring. Grant takes off his shirt and walks over to the ropes where he goes to throw it into the crowd, but he catches himself and tosses it to the mat below which draws some heat from the crowd. Grant waves them off as he walks to the corner and awaits the start of the match. CM: At least Grant hasn’t forgotten that he hates these idiot fans, at least the blind faith they show Grimace hasn’t rubbed on him. JH: Grant’s been extremely impressive as of late since his pairing with Nightmare, especially their combined work to eliminate Matt Impact last week. CM: TRAVESTY! TRAVESTYYYYYY! [align=center]CALL ME THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE CALL ME THE AMERICAN DREAM CALL ME YOUR SOUL CORRUPTED CALL ME ANYTHING YOU NEED![/align] The lights cut out immediately after Rob Zombie begins screaming the lyrics of "The Great American Nightmare", causing the crowd in attendance to cheer as loud as they possibly can which pretty much deafens anyone within a 5 mile radius. Dark purple strobes and searchlights begin to assault the entire arena now, as the fans' eager attention turns to the stage which has been pretty much engulfed in purple smoke. After a few moments which seem like forever to the rabid fans in the audience, the smoke disperses just enough to allow the fans to focus on the hulking form of Nightmare standing tall and defiant in the entryway, the blazing strobes giving the Prince of Pain a very ghoulish look. MA: And challenger 2 is on his way to the ring at this time, from Portland, Oregon, he weighs 275 pounds and is a former FIW WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE PRINCE OF PAIN", NIGHTMAAAAAAARE!!!! [align=center]YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! YEAH! WHO DO YOU LOVE? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU LOVE, YEAH![/align] He lingers for a couple moments, soaking up the tremendous reaction, then he steps through the smoke and down the stairs making his way down the walkway, keeping stoic focus on the ring. Once he reaches the ring he stops for a moment to doff his coat off of his massive shoulders and drop it to the floor, before hauling himself onto the apron. He enters the ring, going to one corner and climbing up onto it to show the cross devil horns for the crowd to shoot flashbulbs at. Nightmare steps down, producing a single white lily from his trouser pocket. He picks off the petals of the flower, crushing each petal in his hand and scattering them all over his corner. Once his ritual is complete Nightmare settles into his corner watching his opponent or the entryway intently, as his music fades away. JH: There’s the second challenger and Constance Loire, look at his eyes. Kiyoshi’s got a bullseye on his chest. CL: Why? Do you find them fucking dreamy, Bitchen? JH: I am TRYING to illustrate that Nightmare is staring a hole through Kiyoshi Nakahata, not too many men can match a stare with Nightmare and not want to go running for the hills. All three men now look up towards the Tron to look at the dice rolling across the screen, the cube comes to a stop after a few tense moments… [align=center]GRANT RICE[/align] The crowd cheers the fact that the Prince of Pain will be starting this match, the former Fighting Spirit Champion shrugs at Grant Rice who merely waves him off and exits the ring to go into the nearby ringside cage, Nightmare watches him get locked up then turns to face Kiyoshi Nakahata who is in a fighting stance, ready to go. [align=center]*DING DING*[/align] The crowd pops again, this match now getting underway as the two men advance on each other, locking up in the middle of the ring, the two big men jockey for position for a few moments before Kiyoshi gets one of his hands free and uprights Nightmare with a low kick, then JAWS him with a palmstrike! Daisuke claps on the outside, yelling encouragement to Kiyoshi in Japanese as Kiyoshi now backs Nightmare into the ropes with another pair of palmstrikes, rocking Nightmare each time, the Prince of Pain gets fired into the opposite side ropes but explodes on the rebound with a reverse elbow to the face! Kiyoshi hits the mat and bounces back up into a haymaker! And another! Kiyoshi responds with a low kick to the left knee, and then another to the right, Nightmare however fights through the pain and rocks the champion with an elbow to the nose, then spins and CRACKS him with a roaring elbow! Kiyoshi goes down and Nightmare quickly pins.. [align=center]1.. 2.. KICKOUT![/align] JH: Smart move by Nightmare, pinning the very second Kiyoshi goes down. Nightmare makes sure to hook Kiyoshi up in a very basic armbar submission as soon as Kiyoshi makes a move to get to his feet, trying to work on the arms so that possibly Kiyoshi’s throws and holds will be a little weaker. Although it doesn’t seem like the hold is hurting Kiyoshi too badly it has succeeded in grounding him and has allowed Nightmare to try to get some air back before the dice rolls again. Kiyoshi finally finds a way to his feet after a couple moments, armdragging Nightmare to get out of the armbar before throwing a HARD lariat that Nightmare ducks, but Kiyoshi comes back with a nice and crisp sweeping hip throw! Kiyoshi lands on Nightmare quickly and moves him into a cross armbreaker! CM: Look out! Nightmare’s gonna tap again! Nightmare begins moving quickly to make sure Kiyoshi can’t get set fully with the cross armbreaker, these two men jockeying for position, Kiyoshi trying to apply one of his deadly submission holds and Nightmare trying to avoid it. After a little flailing Nightmare manages to get up to a knee, still with Kiyoshi’s boots pushing into his face, he stands up fully and gets a boot into place so that he can scrape it across Kiyoshi’s face, making him break the hold, Nightmare backs up shaking out his arm before he grabs Kiyoshi, rocking him with a headbutt, Kiyoshi staggers back and Nightmare throws a boot to the face looking for the KO but Kiyoshi ducks it, he turns and SNAPS Nightmare over with a powerslam!! Kiyoshi hooks the leg.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Kickout by Nightmare![/align] CL: Oooh! Close. Grimace got his bell rung by that one. JH: It was an excellent powerslam by Kiyoshi but he wasn’t able to hold the Prince of Pain down, let’s see if the champion can follow up! Kiyoshi lifts the former FSC to his feet and rocks him with a forearm strike, followed by another, which staggers Nightmare back a couple paces, he then loads up Nightmare and powers him over with another unique Judo takedown, like a standing fireman’s carry that ended up with Kiyoshi having ahold of Nightmare’s wrist. Daisuke claps at the technique as now Kiyoshi just starts laying in brutal stomps to Nightmare’s chest. JH: That is what’s known as a Kata Guruma, folks, finely executed! Kiyoshi now picks up Nightmare and whips him to the corner, charging in and looking for that brutal lariat of his but Nightmare drives the point of his elbow right into Kiyoshi’s chin before impact, staggering Kiyoshi back out into the center of the ring, Kiyoshi hustles back toward him but Nightmare hoists him up and spinebusters the Fighting Spirit Champion into the mat! Again, Nightmare quickly covers and hooks the leg.. [align=center]1.. 2.. Kickout by Kiyoshi![/align] JH: Devastating maneuver by Nightmare, but again the FSC’s stamina is shown prevalently with those kickouts! CM: Look! The dice is rolling! All eyes turn to the HDTV where the hand is now rolling the dice across the screen, it comes to a stop and we focus on the name given.. NIGHTMARE JH: Damn, and just when Nightmare was getting the momentum! Grant may be able to capitalize on Kiyoshi’s weakened state, and if he can do that we’ll have a new champion! CL: It’s all right, Bitchen. This saves the match from being another colossal failure by Grimace. The crowd half boos, half cheers, because while they thought Nightmare had Kiyoshi beat, now a fresh man is coming in to continue the beatdown on the FSC. Nightmare shrugs and leaves the ring, dejected that he couldn’t follow up and is locked into the cage without further incident, leaving Grant to enter the ring. The short pause brought on by getting Night situated in the cage granted Kiyoshi time to get back to his feet but little else because Grant follows up on Night’s assault by picking Kiyoshi up and bringing him back down to earth in a HARSH back suplex! He then picks Kiyoshi’s leg up and bends him into a single leg crab, wrenching back on Kiyoshi’s leg as Daisuke yells encouragement, trying to get him to reach the ropes. JH: The champ looks like he is in a bad way here, can Grant get him to tap out? CL: I doubt it, I mean, who the hell taps out to a single leg crab these days!? CM: You did a couple days ago, Conse. CL: Yeah, on SDvR. You tap out to ANYTHING on SDvR. Meanwhile, during Chip and Constance’s intelligent conversation on all things Smackdown vs Raw, Kiyoshi has gotten to the ropes and thusly breaks the single leg crab, of course Grant won’t let the hold go until the referee threatens to disqualify him, at which point Grant finally lets go but continues to jaw off to the referee, giving sufficient time for Kiyoshi to pull himself up and barrel forward, absofuckinglutely beheading Grant with a lariat! JH: JEEE-SUS GOD! Grant just got poleaxed! Grant goes down hard and does NOT move while Kiyoshi drops and moves into the cover… [align=center]1.. 2.. 3? NO! CLOSE KICKOUT![/align] JH: Grant is showing his toughness now, he wants that Fighting Spirit title! Kiyoshi now picks Grant up and pushes him into the corner, forearming him hard in the face three times before loading him up and lifting him into a Canadian backbreaker rack, he backs up just a couple paces and then charges toward the corner, looking to drive Grant into the buckle, but Grant manages to wiggle out of his grasp and land on all fours, Kiyoshi stops himself before plowing into the turnbuckle and throws a knee strike at Grant’s head, but Grant turns it aside with a block and lifts Kiyoshi, dropping him with the Killswytch! Grant goes down the same time he drops Kiyoshi! JH: KILLSWYTCH! The crowd cheers big time now, mainly because there could be a new Fighting Spirit Champion, the ref does not initiate his 10 count because Grant is now pulling himself slowly to his feet, trying to get his equilibrium back so he can follow up. He looks to the turnbuckle and gets an idea, going to the outside and climbing up while Kiyoshi gets up, trying to get to Grant in time but by the time the champ reaches his feet, Grant plants his own feet right into Kiyoshi’s chest with a missile dropkick! CM: Kiyoshi down again! This is bad! Really bad! Like Elton John kissing Phil Jackson bad! CL: Chip. No. Fuck, dude. Now they’re both down again, but this time everybody looks up at the screen to see the mystery hand rolling the dice across the screen, it bounces across and then comes to a stop on a name.. [align=center]NIGHTMARE[/align] JH: Here we go, there’s the opportunity Nightmare was looking for! Nightmare bursts free of the cage as soon as it’s unlocked, not even caring that Grant’s not out of the ring yet, sliding into the ring and picking Kiyoshi up so he can Irish whip him into the ropes, lowering his head for a back body drop but Kiyoshi kicks him in the head, uprighting the Prince of Pain, Kiyoshi rushes in and sets up for the Uranage but Nightmare elbows his way out of it as now Grant is helped into the cage thanks to sheer exhaustion from going toe-to-toe with the champion. Kiyoshi rebounds from the counter by clinching Nightmare and slamming a pair of knee strikes into his chest, he hooks him from the front and looks to take him over with a front suplex but Nightmare boxes his ears before he can throw the Prince of Pain, stunning Kiyoshi and allowing Nightmare to smack him with a Second Bullet, nearly flipping Kiyoshi onto the top of his head! JH: Oh man! Kiyoshi’s gonna’ be answering the phone all day tomorrow after that! CM: No! Fuck! Come on, Kiyoshi, I can’t work in a company that has Nightmare as a champion!! Nightmare drops into the cover.. [align=center]1! 2! NO! DAISUKE PUT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES![/align] JH: Hey! Nightmare had that won, there’s no doubt in my mind! Nightmare doesn’t realize that it was Daisuke that put Kiyoshi’s foot on the ropes, neither does the referee thankfully for Kiyoshi’s sake as Kiyoshi is hoisted to his feet and locked into a standing headscissor, Nightmare flipping him up onto his shoulders for the Cataclysm that will earn him his second Fighting Spirit Championship reign, but as he goes to drive him to earth, Daisuke grabs his foot making Nightmare drop Kiyoshi harmlessly to the mat! CL: Damn it! Why won’t he stay the fuck out of the match and let Kiyoshi kick Grimace’s ass at his own pace!! JH: Goddamn that Daisuke! I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if HE was the reason Kiyoshi’s been so successful as of late! Nightmare turns pointing a finger down at Daisuke and yelling at him, while Kiyoshi is crawling to a safe spot in the ring, with the referee checking on him, Daisuke grabs Nightmare’s outstretched hand and pulls him down so he can smack him upside the head with his sword! Nightmare staggers back, out on his feet, almost falling backwards but Kiyoshi’s there to catch him in the Dojime Sleeper! CM: Dojime Sleeper! That’s it, it’s fucking OVER! JH: Daisuke is going to have the definite goddamn ASSIST in this match, that was completely uncalled for! Kiyoshi didn’t even see it, and the ref sure as hell didn’t either! Kiyoshi locks on the sleeper tight and the ref checks Nightmare to see if he’ll submit, but the Prince of Pain is out cold so instead of checking him, the referee immediately calls for the bell, the fans booing horrendously at Daisuke’s actions. [align=center]*ding ding*[/align] Kiyoshi lets the hold go now, coming up to his knees as Daisuke enters the ring with his belts, and maybe we’re lucky that Grant Rice is still locked in the cage as he would likely be rending Daisuke limb from limb by now. MA: Your winner by referee stoppage and still the FIW Fighting Spirit Champion…KIYOSHIIIII NAKAHAAAAATTAAAAAAAA!! The ref is now checking Nightmare to see if he’s okay, and thankfully he is beginning to move as Daisuke leaves the ring with his charge, grinning caustically and secretively about his unfair tactics. JH: What a high crime we have witnessed, folks. Everybody here with the possible damned exception of the referee saw what Daisuke did, and if it weren’t for him we’d have a new Fighting Spirit Champion, mark my words. CM: Now the question is, will Grant Rice trust Grimace enough not to fuck up another title opportunity, or will history repeat itself for the umpteen millionth time? JH: Why are you even allowed to breathe, Chip? CM: Because I exist to cause you suffering. CL: You infringe on everything I do, Chip. You fuck with Grimace AND you insult Bitchen. It’s like I need Sybil back at the desk just to have somebody to argue with. [align=center]**Commercial**[/align] |
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| Crimson Shards | Nov 16 2006, 05:15 AM Post #4 |
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JH: Next up on my schedule it says a announcement from Krähe on Violence Fetish, any one know any thing about this? CL: No clue. CM: The management doesn’t tell me shit any more. A buzzing music swells as the piercing opening to Pop Will Eat Itself's "Ich Bin Ein Auslander" turns to anthem-like guitars. The lights stutter and drop before the stage becomes underlit a dismal red. [align=center]Listen to the victim, abused by the system The basis is racist, you know that we must face this. "It can't happen here". Oh yeah? "Take a look around at the cities and the towns."[/align] Fog seeps into the entryway as Krähe strides onstage. He swivels his head, observing the crowd from behind his goggled eyes. [align=center]See them hunting, creeping, sneaking breeding Fear and loathing with the lies they're speaking The knife, the gun, broken bottle, petrol bomb There is no future when the past soon come.[/align] Krähe steps carefully down the stairs and strides through the walkway to the ring, looking curiously at all the fans as he passes. [align=center]And when they come to ethnically cleanse me Will you speak out? Will you defend me? Or laugh through a glass eye as they rape our lives Trampled underfoot by the right on the rise[/align] Krähe climbs the steps and wipes his feet politely before stepping between the ropes and entering the ring. The lights flash in a fast strobe as the song's title is chanted before the lights finally rise as his music fades. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Hello every one… kssshhhhhk... I am hoping you are all enjoying the show so far…kssshhhhhk... Normally I don’t like to interrupt the pacing, but there are some things that need to be revealed for Violence Fetish… kssshhhhhk... That is…If you want to hear them… kssshhhhhk... This gets a monstrous cheer from the New Jersey crowd who are more than happy to hear the news. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... As all of you know, three matches have already been signed for Violence Fetish… kssshhhhhk... Those three being the FIW Flycore Match, the Street Fight and the Dual Crown three way…kssshhhhhk... However, more are about to be revealed as it just came in from the hospital he’s staying at, Vinj is returning at Violence Fetish… kssshhhhhk... And he wants Xtreme Kitten one more time with now Vinj’s title on the line… kssshhhhhk... Quite a lot of the fans are happy to hear Vinj is returning so quickly. JH: What?! Xtreme Kitten verse Vinj, Round Three?! That’s huge! CM: Fuck yes it is! Blue boy’s going down! Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Also earlier tonight we saw Red Cell’s Kiyoshi Nakahata retain his Fighting Spirit Championship… kssshhhhhk... Well, shortly after the match Grant Rice and Nightmare came to my office…kssshhhhhk... And they took Kiyoshi up on his offer and at Violence Fetish… kssshhhhhk... It’ll be Nightmare and Grant Rice verse Matt Impact and Kiyoshi Nakahata with the FIW World Tag Team titles on the line!… kssshhhhhk... Nearly the entire arena go crazy at the news of this tag title defense. CL: Al-fucking-right! Red Cell’s going the fuck down! CM: That’s unfair! This is an injustice! JH: Looks like Grant Rice and Nightmare might just taste FIW gold before November is over yet. Krähe: kssshhhhhk... By the way, on the subject of FIW Championships, the Dual Crown… kssshhhhhk... You know, I was talking to Tier the other day and…kssshhhhhk... He mentioned to me sort of a trend a certain promotion once did… kssshhhhhk... When it had a few high flyers battling for a championship and it gave me an idea… kssshhhhhk... An idea that’ll make it Remy, Kailey and whoever wins tonight battling for the Dual Crown Championship…kssshhhhhk... In a ladder match! kssshhhhhk... The fans erupt into a riot like set of cheers upon hearing this news, it seems that the new General Manager might have done some thing good. CM: Ladder match?! It’s like they are begging Madrox to take the Dual Crown! JH: That one is going to be one hell of a battle either way you slice it! Krähe: kssshhhhhk... Finally, you may notice the Violence Fetish card this year is a little light… kssshhhhhk... That’s due to some thing happening this year…kssshhhhhk... To be exact, a match that is happening this year… kssshhhhhk... It’s details will be made aware to the public and all of the wrestlers after the show ends at FIW.com but… kssshhhhhk... Every FIW wrestler outside of the potential three that will be competing in the Dual Crown Championship match at Violence Fetish will be in it…kssshhhhhk... Even those that have competed earlier in the night… kssshhhhhk... The winner of this match, known as the Condemned Fetish Match, will earn them a shot… kssshhhhhk... A shot at the FIW Dual Crown Champion at Anarchy in the UK… kssshhhhhk... Also, one of the wrestlers in this match, will be this man! kssshhhhhk... Cue the more than fitting descent into darkness as each and every light simply disappears. Soft music starts to fill the arena, nothing particularly recognisable, just enough to give an eerie accompaniment to the images that will soon appear. A line of static runs across each of the massive ‘Revoltrons’, some recognising what seeing that usually preludes. This time words appear, big and bold, a stark, cold white – like snow – that stands out in the surrounding blackness. These words read: [align=center]Remy knew how to earn a victory…[/align] The words begin to fade, replaced with a video. The video looks like its being played through an ancient projector, the picture slightly jaded and bouncing, lines flickering across the view. The scene is a familiar one to most FIW fans.
As this disturbing scene fades away, more words burn their way into view. [align=center]… but not how to use it.[/align] Now it is time for the next piece of footage to play, and without further ado:
Before these images can disintegrate the soft music changes rather abruptly, the first few chords of Remy Zero’s [ironic, no?] ‘Prophecy’ starting to play. Yes folks, its video time. You know you missed it. [align=center]Consider this a sign. This is a train in the night. [/align] A few images flicker by of the last few weeks, the weeks in which the Master of the Rage was so sadly taken from the FIW fans. The various faces that have taken his main event spot are shown doing whatever it is they do. Wrestling, I’d guess. [align=center]And now it¹s time for you to go. You know you¹ve had a healthy life, boy. [/align] Now we see close ups of all those would-be challengers to Ragin’s throne. Sean Madrox, Vinj, Matt Impact, Tier et al. The final member of this illustrious list is of course Remy Barteaux himself, and of course there is a noticeable exception. [align=center]You walk this world like you're a ghost. Your hands are coming through the needles. [/align] The faces evaporate and instead we get a hazy reflection in a pool of what appears to be blood. Ragin’. [align=center]Sick of your tragic and the evils, I am the keeper of the songs of everyone. [/align] The reflection is broken by a large foot stepping into the pool, the camera zooming out to see Ragin’ standing before a large ReVolt poster on a dry and cracked brick wall. [align=center]Look into the sun and see your soul is dying. Used to feel the faith, but now you¹re tired of trying.[/align] The camera zooms past Ragin’ to focus on the poster itself, specifically the words ‘FIW ReVolt’. It would that this is the ‘dying soul’ in question. [align=center]Should have left alone what you have stolen from everyone.[/align] Two excerpts from the official FIW website plaster themselves across the FIW poster. One proclaims Remy the new champion after the events of Hellraise ’06. The other is news of Ragin’s injury and subsequent withdrawal from active competition. [align=center]How are you feeling? You seem a little sick to me now. [/align] The scene changes to a deserted arena, usually pumped and filled for a FIW show. The quiet, loneliness is almost creepy. [align=center]This is a coming of the times; You are a witness to the movement. [/align] Through the cunning use of special effects, colour seeps into the scene, the seats suddenly becoming filled with baying fans, the scene now buzzing with noise. The silhouetted outline of the Master of the Rage stands on the concrete stage. [align=center]If all you're seeing is lies, You had your chance, but now you¹ve blown it. [/align] As he makes that long walk to the ring, the faces of all the other FIW ‘superstars’ line up around him, evaporating in a puff of smoke as he walks by. [align=center]You want this world so you can own it. I am the keeper of the songs of everyone. [/align] The camera swivels around to show the ring from a slightly elevated Ragin’-eye view. It’s supposed to be like an emperor surveying his domain. [align=center]Look into the sun and see your soul is dying. Used to feel the faith, but now you¹re tired of trying.[/align] In the ring are what seem to be apparitions, ghostly shadows of former FIW legends that have no left for reasons good and bad. There are faces from deep within the FIW archives that few would remember, and so called legends whose legacies remain to this day. I’ll leave you to sort out which is which. [align=center]Should have left alone what you have stolen from everyone. How are you feeling? You seem a little sick to me now. [/align] The crowd of ex-stars disappears in an instant leaving the Dual Crown titles sitting majestically on some kind of plinth in the centre of the ring. They gleam, nicely. [align=center]From the light on high, A chance to change your fate. [/align] Ragin’ steps back into the ring and moves toward the twin title belts, with the same faces, old and new watching on helplessly from positions outside of the squared circle. Time seems to stand still. [align=center]Forgiveness falling down on those who chose to wait. Remember the time? [/align] The scene changes abruptly. Gone are the dazzling lights of the arena, to be replaced by the cold, harshness of Russian winter. A slender figure stands out but she entirely obscured in a long, thick hooded coat. [align=center]Find yourself home again, deep within your life. [/align] The scene zooms in, but fails to make anything very clear. With snowflakes falling all around, the figure turns her head as we another shadow fall across her. The hood covers most of her face as she smiles at the new arrival. Is that a strand of blonde hair? [align=center]Find yourself a home again. It's a choice. [/align] Like a dream, the odd Russian flashback is gone and we’re back in the glow of the arena. The titles sit on there perch, with Ragin’s hand reaching out toward them. Before his fingertips brush the metal they too disappear so Ragin’s hands keep moving. [align=center]You have chosen your own.[/align] The camera pans out to see the Master of the Rage stood in the centre of the ring, arms raised in arrogant glory. With that, the music starts to fade out and scene once more returns to darkness. A disturbing silence descends on the arena, interrupted only by a few random yells and hollers. A flurry of pyro explodes, mostly to make a few people sitting close by jump out of their skins and the sequence is finally over. |
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| Crimson Shards | Nov 16 2006, 05:17 AM Post #5 |
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MA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, to a 15-minute time limit!!! The drum and guitar beat courtesy of Disturbed kick in as the lights in the arena dim down a little as a white spotlight focuses on the entrance stage. The crowd know who is coming out as soon as the music and lights dim as they begin to get up on their feet, throw up their middle fingers, boo the holy hell, and basically do all they can do as a crowd to boo one of the biggest pompous assholes there is!. The words of “I’m Alive” kick in as slowly from the entrance curtain walks out Matt Impact wearing his usual wrestling attire and t-shirt over his sweaty body sporting the latest logos, and as soon as Impact steps foot out of the curtain and onto the concrete stage the crowds boos somehow manage to grow louder. [align=center]Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded, They kill inspiration, It's my obligation! To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin? The choices are endless, Denying the sin, My art, my redemption, I carry the torch of my fathers before me![/align] MA: Introducing first, from Sta-… Not you again… Yes, the Non-wrestlers of the Red Cell, Mijutso Tenako, Daisuke Tanaka and LOBO Malvado; have come out from the crowd, to a small amount of booing. Apparently no-one likes them enough to boo loudly. Undaunted, Mijutso takes the mic and gives his own introduction… MT: Introducing First, Foremost and Ichiban; Accompanied by him, him, and me; from… Uh, some place near here, I think… Whatever, he is more manly than a fag stealing Jew in a dress, weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Thirty Kilos, Matt… IIIIIIIIIMMPAAAAAAAAAAA **CoughCoughSplutter** CCCCCCTTTTOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Matt begins to slowly make his way down to the ring as he walks down the stage to jeers and negative chants from the crowd as on the sides of the camera you can see fans sticking their arms over the fencing as long as possible to get their middle finger seen on camera pointing at the arrogant Impact. He just smirks them off as he holds his chin high and proudly in the air. As Matt reaches the ring and the chorus quickly nears to his entrance music, he walks up the steel steps, walking across the black FIW logo apron to the center before entering the ring over the black middle rope. [align=center]The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away! There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice! To change myself, I'd rather die! Though they will not understand! I will make the greatest sacrifice! You can't predict where the outcome lies! You'll never take me alive! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive![/align] Impact goes to the nearest turnbuckle and hopes up to the middle rope and pounds his right fist into his chest before kissing it and lifting it into the air as he hops down and does the same thing on the opposite turnbuckle, to that, the crowd responds with more middle fingers and boos, he then hops off the second turnbuckle, and moves to the middle of the ring as the lights are still dim, and he then in a fashionable way grabs off his t-shirt and then comes down with a huge flex of his muscles as the lights turn on and he grabs his dropped t-shirt and taunts the crowd by pretending to throw it at them, but smirks as he hands it to a ring official outside the ring. He then goes to the nearest corner leaning against it fixing his trunks, pads, and boots and stretching out a bit before the match. The opening riffs of ‘Sehnsucht’ pound through the PA system as smoke covers the stage and red spots flash and dance around the arena. [align=center]“Lass mich deine Träne reiten übers Kinn nach Afrika…”[/align] MA: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts; weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Seventy Six pounds… He is XAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTHIIIIIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Xanthius steps out onto the stage looking around at the jeering crowd. He focuses on the ring and descends the steps walking without hurry, but not slowly either towards the ring. The flashing red lights stop and the house lights return to normal as Xanthius steps onto the apron and then into the ring. Xanthius’ eyes turn blue as he awaits the start of the match. CL: And so comes the awesome defender of Horrorcore Awesomeness! CM: You mean dirty cheating thief? CL: Like you-… Nah, too easy. Like Impact, the dirty cheat who’s attacking before the bell? CM: That’s just, erm… Initiative? [align=center]Ding Ding Ding!!![/align] Call it what you will, the match is underway early because a rather irritated Matt Impact rushes the returning Xanthius, pushing him into his corner and bouncing his head off the turnbuckle. Repeatedly. Forearms are the next course on the menu, and dessert consists of being thrown to the floor for some fast right hands in a full mount position. This leaves Fuzz in a rather strange position: Closed fist strikes to the head are illegal under the rules of Pro Wrestling laid down by the NWA in 1973, but as a Death Match Ref, he has never in his life had to enforce it, and he ponders for a second whether he should do so now. After some hemming and hawing, he eventually decides to break it up… CL: Hah! So Impact’s been proven wrong in the first 5 seconds of the match! CM: Never! JH: Actually Chip, he’s right. Punching people in the face isn’t allowed; which can be construed as running contrary to what he said in the week. CM: Not possible! Never! Not In a Million Years! Can’t Be Done! Impact looks just as confused by the situation as Fuzz himself, but as they waste time wondering what the hell’s happened, Xanthius sneaks up behind Impact and plants him with a Backdrop Suplex! His follow isn’t quite so well thought up though; more mounted punches. For the second time in as many seconds seemingly, Fuzz has to make use of his Five-Count. Under orders from Little Voice, Xanthius doesn’t argue, instead going for a pin. [align=center]One! Two!! Easy Kick Out!!![/align] Xanthius just gets on with it, Spinebuster style. CM: Don’t even think it. But the Spinebuster barely troubles Impact, who’s back to his feet as soon as he can for his own Spine-Shatterer. I mean Spinebuster. Now frowning, Xanthius smashes his forearm into Impact’s face. Impact responds in kind with a howling laugh. The two continue in this vein for a little while longer; slap for slap, chop for chop, punch for punch until Impact decides to go back to some wrestling with a body slam. As Xanthius rolls away onto his feet, he feels a sharp crack against the back of his knee. CL: Hey! He can’t do that! JH: People in glass houses, Conse. Yes, everyone’s favourite sword wielding maniac, Daisuke ‘The Crow’ Tanaka, has taken it upon himself to get his shot in. and, like any good manager, he blames it on someone else, in this case Mijutso. Xan is almost stupid enough to argue the point, but he does take a valuable second to turn around. When his attention returned to the match, the mind-controlled thrall is met with knee strikes to the gut. Many knee strikes to the gut. Enough to force him back to the corner, which isn’t particularly legal. Neither is Daisuke’s sword being thrown into the middle of the ring… CL: Now what the fuck is he doing in the ring? CM: Well duh, Daisuke sent him in to fetch his sword. CL: And the sign? Looks like it says “Watch Your Step” CM: Nope, that even beats me. Maybe he doesn’t want Fuzz to trip on the sword… In actual fact, Mijutso is in the ring solely to confuse Fuzz, who has no idea what to do in a normal match. Why does Fuzz need distracting? So Daisuke can also enter and start kicking at the knee he attacked earlier between Impact’s knee strikes. Not used to doing anything beyond counting the three, Fuzz managed to fall for nearly every heelish trick Mijutso can pull to keep his attention off the corner, until he lifts him up and throws him over the top rope, to a huge pop. The sword thrown at Mijutso’s head gets an even bigger pop when it connects. Wise to this, Daisuke flips out over the top rope himself, before Fuzz can eject him, as Impact hooks the damaged leg over the second rope and starts kicking at the thigh JH: This is disgusting! CL: **Shudders** I couldn’t agree more… **Shudders again** With that world shattering proclamation, Fuzz manages to restore some kind of order by dragging Impact away from the corner after another five-count. What can I say? He must have been watching tapes of real referees. Anyhow, as Xanthius untangles his leg, he’s met with the repeated shoulder ram. CM: See? This is what wrestling needs, not overblown god complexes, or stupid-ass weapons, just good, old fashioned cunning. JH: Cheating. CM: Eh, po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Once again, it’s down to the man who rarely even has to count to three to pull Impact out of the corner after a five count. As the two have a long intellectual debate on the rules of Pro Wrestling [yes, the ones laid down by the National Wrestling Alliance in 1973, those again] Xanthius cuts them off by simply rolling Impact up! [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out at Two and a Half!!![/align] CL: Ach… Soooo close… Impact is incensed. “You can’t do that” he shouts; “That’d me like me doing this!” A statement punctuated by a low blow on Xanthius. Actually, it’s not the same, but here’s a pin attempt anyway. [align=center]One! Two!! Nooooo!!![/align] As if driven by some inner voice to fight through the pain, Xanthius stands straight up after kicking out, straight up to continue the assault with a stalling Vertical Suplex, into a chain of stomps, with Impact trying almost desperately to escape. When he does reach the ropes, he’s helped by Daisuke’s sword, thrown like a javelin at Xan’s head, but missing when he ducks it. But sometimes it’s not about hitting the guy as getting his attention for just that briefest of instances; in this case, the amount of time it takes Impact to get back up and plant Xanthius with the STO/STK/STI, and a grounded Impact Strike Rush. CM: Hur hur hur… STI… It’s like STK only with Impact’s name, instead of Kiyoshi’s. CL: Sounds like something I gave… No, it’s still too easy. Xanthius however was not brought in because he’s a wuss. He rocks Impact’s head with his own, sending the shorter but heavier man reeling. Xanthius gets back to one knee, and meets Impact’s retaliation: another headbutt. The War of the Skulls continues, unabated with the impacts coming with a more sickening thud with each passing second. Xanthius seems to have a little advantage in the matter: military grade mind control technology. This allows him to be commanded to ignore the pain [although there are no visible signs of this,] through it all, until Impact is visibly weakening. No fool is he, he breaks off the headbutt assault, bounces off the ropes and does something a little cleverer… CL: Oh glorious king, how mighty is your Lariat… CM: I knew you’d come around some day. CL: How can you be so creatively fuck-headed? He didn’t even hit the bloody thing! CM: Pretty sweet Choppy Blocky thing though… JH: Chip, do you actually know anything about Wrestling? Yes, after a wildly swung clothesline, Matt goes for the knee, the last resort of an increasingly desperate man. How exactly he got in a position to hit a Chop Block, I’ll leave for your imagination; but now Xanthius is back where he was at the beginning of the match: on his back, getting punched. Fuzz does go to reprimand him, but Impact goes quickly for the pin… [align=center]One! Two!! Kick Out At the Last!!![/align] Maybe Impact wasn’t just blowing hot air about his fists. Whatever this means, he’s the first to his feet, and with an almighty roar, hefts Xanthius up into a Fireman’s Carry for the Head On Collision! CM: Hah! Now he’s done! It was a good fight, but Horrorcore just doesn’t… Oh dear… CL: Do you want me to get you some salt and some pepper for you to eat that last statement? Xanthius slips out, and when Impact turns around, it’s Xanthius’s turn: Canadian Backbreaker! The jump accentuates in, and when he’s ready, he launches forward with the Powerbomb!!! CL: It! Breaks! A! SPIIIIINNNNNNNNAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! JH: Spine-shattering, almost… As Chip breaks down into tears; there’s a pin… [align=center]One! Two!! Three??? No!!! Saved By Millimetres!!![/align] Xanthius isn’t done with him yet; Massive Falling Powerbomb; The X-Assembly!!! [align=center]One! Two!! Three!!! Ding Ding Ding!!![/align] We skit back to the announcer’s desk… everyone is in the places that we last kept them though we can assume JH: OK, next up we have- Suddenly the voice of Jonathan Hitchen start to slow down as well as the picture starting to turn black and white as well as those burn marks you see on old film footage from the turn of the 19th century that fades to static noise and complete white. However, this doesn’t last long as the scene turns into a pitch black with the words; [align=center]“THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY RED CELL”[/align] After that we get that block of text fade away and we fade to a black and white footage-looking sight of the enigmatic mastermind of Red Cell, LOBO Malvado, sat behind a desk with Sepultura’s “The Hunt” being played mildly in the background. The colour soon returns to our screens which prompts a sly smile on the face of the shaggy mysterious one before us… LOBO: Greetings and salutations, my good friends from across the globe… LOBO looks around at the non-descript background… it’s more of less something out of a Al-Qaeda propaganda clip with the Red Cell logo flagged up in the background and the light being used strategically to extenuate the appearance of LOBO, seemingly casting him in a God-like appearance. LOBO: You’re watching the first edition of a segment exclusively created just for Red Cell… you can call it the Interrogation Cell, you can call it the Wolf’s Den, you can call it the Hardcore Jesus And Pals Show… it’s name doesn’t matter in any way, shape or form. The fact is, we’re going to talk… and you’re all going to listen very carefully as what I’m about to say concerns every single wrestler in and outside of this organisation. LOBO pauses for effect LOBO: It has come to my attention that it would seem there are some small numbers of people who have taken upon themselves to supplement the inherent downfall of professional wrestling for years to come… Now, we can give them any number of names… the Horrorcore Army, the Church Of Violence or perhaps a group of Amphetamine-crazed Neanderthals if you want my opinion. And they all gaudily rally behind the one man who has, from day one, been in the wrestling business for nobody but himself… the man I speak of goes by many names though mostly we know him as Tier so for the sake of this argument and to avoid confusion, I’ll be referring him as Tier from now on. LOBO pauses to brush a few of his long, tangled locks out from his vision LOBO: First and foremost, I can understand the reasons for Tier’s “revolution” as it were in FIW as there have been times in history where violence has led to social progress… the Communist Revolution in Russia during the early twentieth century springs to mind. Though in that example, communism, however good it’s appeal might been or however good it’s intentions might been is all the same ways similar to Tier and his goal of revolution within professional wrestling. Russia is now a country on it’s knees… it would sell off it’s nuclear stockpile for enough money to jump-start their economy though with the shoddiness of the weapon’s condition the only people likely to want the weapons are the same people that they sought to keep them from for so many years. And just like Russia, Horrorcore will only lead to a reign of pestilence, depravity and death within FIW and soon enough the rest of professional wrestling around the globe will follow. It is a plague of locusts that will eat away at all of this industry like a cancer… unless people out there wise up and do what is right for the industry. LOBO pauses to scratch at his beard momentarily… LOBO: And Tier himself, is a cancer upon this sport… the man openly confesses himself as being a God though if by what happened last week was any indication for those smart enough to catch on, he is as much mortal as anyone else… The man was stabbed, punched, bit and mauled… and he did bleed… and if it bleeds, we can kill it. Which was also evident in the way that, of course… Tier brought in reinforcements as he feared defeat at the hands of the Hardcore Jesus… It should be obvious to anyone that the events leading up to the moment that Xanthius appeared from under the ring was proof enough that Red Cell are far superior to Tier and his group of ECW rejects. LOBO stops to look down at his desk and inhale… he looks back up, smiling slightly LOBO: So really, and I’m asking this to all the other Horrorcore wrestlers that are out there… what are you? What do you think you are? A Pro-Wrestler? Doubtful… Try to think for yourselves for a moment… what are you doing here? Why are you still here? What is a professional wrestler? What is a promotion? A style? A lifestyle? Have any of you really, honestly just stopped letting yourself being pushed around and actually thought about what you’re doing? I don’t question your love for professional wrestling, the only thing I question is your judgement… why are you destroying the things you love the most? Have you lost sight of these things? LOBO raises a quizzical eyebrow to us all… or more specifically the Horrorcore wrestlers he is speaking to LOBO: I’m sure some of you harbour a degree of hatred against Toan… you disapprove of his methods, what he says, how he views this industry and how he views some of you. But ask yourselves this… is he really doing it just to hurt you? Tier is the one with the God Complex… he puts himself above anyone else in this promotion and even this industry. To him, he is number one which is why he’s giving himself a number one contender’s spot for the main event on this show. Toan, he has more the Messiah Complex… he puts other people above himself in every promotion on the globe. He is not the selfish, heartless bastard that Tier is because when he says the things he says, he does it because he wants to save people. He does it because he wants to save this industry… Believe me, I know his pain… his suffering… his hatred… it wells deep from the experience of having people he loved, people he trusted, people he depended on suddenly turn their backs on him without a single explanation. Perhaps Tier is part of the way that Toan is the man he is… but one thing is for sure, he’s won’t willingly allow this self-confessed deity to invoke apocalypse on this sport. He will suffer, he will bleed, he will die… all done willingly if it takes this nemesis of our sport along with him. LOBO sighs and nods softly… LOBO: That’s all I have to say… enjoy the rest of the show. We then burn and static and all kinds of other shit back into our regular transmission but not before we get the following on our screen… [align=center]Red Cell Copyright of Crimson King Enterprises[/align] |
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JH: Next up we have the Main Event, Tier vs., Sean, winner getting a shot at the Dual Crown title. CL: Tier all the way, Sean’s going to bleed like a bitch. CM: No, Tier will lose to pure wrestling. CL: You’ll lose a eye in a minute, Constance Loire isn’t ever wrong, EVER! CM: You were when you picked those ghastly clothes. The arena lights drop and save for a few camera flashes, we are left with nothing. Haunting high-pitched vocals from one Marilyn Manson suddenly cut in over the speakers. [align=center]In this town... we call home... everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song[/align] Screaming and chanting fly out at a crescendo as a circle of flames rises onstage. Previously unseen dancing girls in hoods and Princess Leia-like silver and black outfits come prancing past the circle of fire where slowly is being raised from below a man in a long, crimson leather coat with a flaming pumpkin head. Through the flames we can see carved in the gourdflesh the familiar face of the Revolution. The man's arms are extended to either side, his flaming head burning like a terrible torch as the girls prance around him, the lights suddenly die as the music screeches and cackling is heard. The burning of the flaming pumpkinhead is also extinguished, plunging us into darkness as the guitars pick back up. [align=center]Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see This our town of Halloween[/align] The house lights rise blood red, an unmaksed Tier onstage, a smirk on his lips and nothing in his eyes. He begins a trek to the ring, the four dancing girls flanking him and continuing their routine in synch as Mr. Manson croons about Halloween. As he closer approaches the ring, the frontmost girls flit around to collect a chair and set it up in front of the ring. [align=center]In this town... we call home... everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song[/align] Tier breaks into a short running start, pushing off the seat, the back, and finally landing on the second rope as fountains of black glittery confetti EXPLODE from the four turnbuckles! MA: Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing, from Mission, Texas... standing at six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty six pounds... THIS! IS! TIIIIIIIIIEEEERRRRRRR!!! Tier springs over the top rope landing on his feet. The ladies crawl in under the bottom rope and flock about him, removing his coat before sliding back out and disappearing from ringside. Tier moves to his corner and awaits the beginning of the match with a knowing smile. CL: Flames, Titties, Explosions, Tier rocks hard! JH: He’s definitely in a roll of form lately, tonight he could continue that. CL: COULD? No he WILL, TITTIES! Means he will. CM: Not if this man has anything to say about it. [align=center] [/align]The arena lights begin to faint as smoke fills the entryway the first few rifts of “Attack” engages in recreation on the PA system as a silhouette can be seen behind the thick smoked stage area and red strobe lights begin to flicker on and off. [align=center]I WON'T SUFFER, BE BROKEN GET TIRED, OR WASTED SURRENDER TO NOTHING I'LL GIVE UP WHAT I STARTED AND STOPPED IT FROM END TO BEGINNING A NEW DAY IS COMING AND I AM FINALLY FREE[/align] The roof of the arena rattles as the base kicks in and Sean Madrox emerges from the smoke and a strobe light radiates his complex body to the crowd’s jeers as he stands on the stage glancing from left to right. He begins to walk down the steel steps admiring his own physique and raises his hand into the air forming the infamous ‘X’ as the jeers ring out loudly and he can’t help but display a devilish smirk across his face as he flips off the crowd. MA: …And his opponent, hailing from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and standing at six foot five inches… SEAN MADROOOOOOOXXXXXXXXX!!!! [align=center]RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY I’LL ATTACK RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY GO CHANGE YOURSELF RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW I’LL ATTACK I’LL ATTACK, I’LL AA WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/align] Sean reaches the apron and he jumps up on it looking at both sides, then he flips over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles and he once again taunts his infamous ‘X’ as the crowd continues with jeers. He then removes his sleeveless hoodie and waits for his opponent. CM: Your true champion has arrived. CL: Your guy don’t have titties does he? So no, he ain’t cool. JH: Sean’s been on a slump of form but… CL: No, no but the guy don’t have TITTIES in his entrance, he will lose so says the sexy Conse. CM: Sean’s going to shut you up tonight. Tier looks ready and willing to go as he stands in his corner, Sean looks out to the crowd getting a few jeers as Tony Clarke checks both for any hidden weapons. He then moves to the side of the ring and calls for the bell, it sounds and the match begins. Both Tier and Sean circle the ring, keeping a close eye on each other, Sean then goes in low for Tier’s feet but Tier cleverly moves quickly to avoid the attempt, still circling the ring the pair then go for a collar and elbow tie up, both push for power until Tier slips around with Sean’s arm, taking him into a hammerlock, from that into a very tight headlock, wrenching away as Sean holds his arms tight around Tier’s stomach, trying to squeeze him enough to let go. JH: Tier’s begun with a nice display of technical wrestling… CL: Come on Tier, hit him with a chair, you know you wanna. CM: After blood? CL: Keep annoying me and you’ll get your answer. CM: Meow, fiery today. Sean getting frustrated by Tier’s technical approach tries to break free with a few forearm’s to his back, not having any impact he then attempts a back suplex, but Tier releases the hold in time to flip over and land on his feet, Sean turns to be hit with a vicious forearm shot, time into the ropes, Tier then whips him to the ropes, he comes back to be met with a back elbow to the gut, Tier snapmares him over keeps him in a nice sitting position before kicking him right in the lower back to the crowd’s “Ohh” sound. Tier then backs off as Sean looks in some discomfort, he stands up as Tier just looks to him, Sean then shakes off the pain and again begins circling the ring with Tier, out of nowhere Sean comes in for a low elbow, which Tier doesn’t quite manage to dodge, connecting with his lower body, Sean then grabs him quickly, hooks and lifts, taking him back down with a beautifully executed suplex. CM: See look at that absolutely beautiful suplex there. CL: Am I supposed to be actually impressed? JH: Tier after looking in full charge, gets caught and taken down there, Sean needs to get his momentum going. CL: No, he needs to actually learn how to wrestle, I mean come on! Use some violence! CM: Not everyone’s vulgar like you Conse. Sean then drops down to one knee, lifting Tier up and placing him into a reverse chin lock, Sean wrenches away at it, pulling back as hard as he can, Tony Clarke comes to Tier asking does he give, Tier looking quite solid replies with a firm “No”. Sean then let’s go of the hold, letting and putting down Tier’s head to the canvas before dropping down with as sharp knee drop, Tier rolls to the left holding his head as Sean stands grinning to the crowd getting a whole lot of jeers. He then brings Tier up to his feet, hitting him with a forearm shot, another one and a final one laying him in the corner, Sean then points to the sky before lifting Tier up to the top rope, he slaps Tier across the face and then begins to climb up, looking ready to hit a Superplex, but Tier reverses with a punch right to the gut and another, Sean drops to his back on the canvas and Tier with all his body weight jumps off the top landing on Sean with a double foot stomp, the impact winding Sean as Tier drops to his knees. CL: HAPPY LANDINGS! JH: Tier taking advantage back and with a very well placed move, cover! CM: Come on Sean! CL: We don’t wanna know what you told him last night you weird-o. …Tier indeed turns and covers the still gasping for air Sean Madrox, Tony drops for the count… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] Tony signals a two count, Tier acknowledges it and looks down at Sean who clutches his ribs, Tier then drops a elbow right down over Sean’s throat, he does it again and again, making sure they land right across the throat before standing and lifting Sean to his feet. He boots Sean in the gut then runs to the ropes, coming back and hitting Sean right in the face with a high knee, Sean reeling from the strike hit’s the ropes and comes back to be taken over with a drop toe hold, but Tier evasively spins his body around and grapevine’s Sean’s entire right foot, turning it into a unique looking leg lock, Sean tires to break free but Tier wrenches it away. JH: Tier’s being exceptionally technical in this match, Sean is not ready for it. CL: That’s because most love the chair swinging, ass kicking Tier, he’ll be back, he better I wanna see blood. CM: Not everyone ever bleeds Conse, it’s called technical wrestling. CL: Technically I don’t give a crap, there’s no blood out of Sean, I’ll crack you over the head with a chair. CM: You wouldn’t even dare. Sean tells Tony he doesn’t give and pushes himself towards the ropes, Tier still having a hold of the lock as Sean pushes himself harder, really trying to get to the bottom rope which he does and Tier releases on Tony Clarke’s order. Tier continues the assault on the leg though, moving Sean back into the ring and kicking down on it hard, he then drops a knee over it and then looks down at Sean again, Sean then watches as Tier looks like he’s going to go for another but Sean kips up and as Tier comes back, he gets taken down HARD with a powerful lariat, taking both men to the canvas. Sean still seeming in some discomfort with his leg can’t make the cover instead he rolls to the outside, leaving Tier in the ring, Tony checks on both men. JH: Sean with a HUGE momentum shifter, what a lariat there. CM: That was phenomenal! CL: Would you get your head out his ass, I’ve seen harder shits take someone down. JH: Either way gentlemen, I’m not sure Sean really wants to be on the outside with the likes of Tier. CM: Sean is just as mean Jonathon. CL: Ha! He needs to go to the NGIW world, they’d make him come running back crying like a sissy boy. Sean rests against the ring steps, he then climbs to his feet but as he does he is caught by a baseball slide, the blow takes him right into the ring barricade hitting it hard he drops to his knees, Tier then climbs out the ring as Tony starts his count which both don’t really acknowledge. Tier simply grabs Sean up and smashes his head against the ring barricade, he does it again and a craze fan screams at him, he just looks at him as he then grabs Sean and Irish whips him right into the ring steps, they shudder from the impact as Sean really looks out of his game tonight. Tier then slides in the ring to break the count and take a rest, Sean on the other hand stays out side he climbs to his feet though climbing in the ring, Tier sees him and runs to the ops comes back and leaps and flips hitting a running flipping senton splash over Sean’s lower back, Sean rolls onto his back as Tier then makes the cover… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] JH: Tier almost getting the win there, Sean really looks off his game tonight. CL: FUCK ME DEADLY! Great move, the bitch is down. CM: Sean‘s just letting him feel comfortable, he‘ll make a come back.. JH: He better hurry up then, his crippled ass is taking a beating by Tier. CM: Just watch, you’ll see. Tier stands up looking down at Sean again, lifting him to his feet he Irish whips him into the corner, Tier then runs at him looking for something, but Sean moves having Tier crash into the turnbuckle, he holds his chest as he comes out of the corner, turning to be hit with a boot to the gut, Sean then grabs him a front chancery, lifting him up but not taking him down, instead he walks forward and plants Tier stomach first right on the top rope, as Tier dangles on the ropes, Sean runs to the ropes comes back and NAILS Tier in the side of the head with a boot, taking Tier off the ropes and down to the canvas. Sean then drops to a knee, knowing he’s got the advantage now, he then moves to Tier, moving him away frm the ropes, he then places his foot on Tier’s face and jumps, scraping both his boots down across Tier’s face, the crowd let off jeers as Sean smirks. JH: Sean resorting to cheating. CL: Ah stylish though, that’ll hurt, should do it to chip over here. CM: Sean isn’t cheating and you, Conse, you wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me. JH: You two stop arguing over which person is more bad-ass. CL: Fair enough, agree Jonathon’s a bitch? CM: Agreed. JH: Hey! Sean then lifts Tier back up to his feet and hits him with a elbow to the gut, then a elbow to his nose, making Tier reel a bit, Sean then runs at him and looks for a clothesline, Tier ducks it and turns but only to be met by a boot to his gut, Sean then lifts him up onto his shoulders before sitting out, DRIVING tier between his legs with a Ki-Krusher, Sean keeps a hold of Tier’s feet and covers him… [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THREE!!!! NO! SHOULDER UP![/align] CM: Oh come on! That was a slow count! JH: Sean just didn’t get enough of the cover, the count was perfectly… CM: SHUT UP! CL: Tier is just so bad-ass, NGIW taught him the way of letting those kind of pussy moves being weak. JH: Either way, Sean don’t look to happy. Sean indeed pushes Tier off and looks quite pissed off, so much so that he stands and looks at Tier, signaling for him to want Tier to get up, he taps his right leg and it’s evident he’s looking for the Blackout. He waist as Tier slowly makes his way to his feet, Sean waiting, almost begging for Tier to turn around, Tier indeed gets to his feet but as he turns Sean goes for the super kick, but Tier catches the foot, spins him around and boots him in the gut before grabbing him in a front chancery and jumping, before sitting out and DRIVING! His head into the canvas with a sit-out DDT, Ytier then goes for the cover… CL: WEGENLEID!!!!. CM: No! JH: Tier hit’s the finisher, Cover! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THRE…[/align] Just as Tony’s about to strike the mat for the third count suddenly Marilyn Manson “Personal Jesus” hit’s the PA system and to a round of jeers from the fans, Toan walks onto the stage… CL: What the fuck! Toan fuck off! CM: Yes, Sean hasn’t lost yet. JH: What in the hell is Toan doing out there, Tier’s just stopped the pin too. CL: Go on Tier, hit him with a chair. Tier stands up forgetting about Sean and looking towards Toan, wondering what the hell he’s doing out here, Toan has no emotion on his face, he literally just watches Tier as if he’s scouting him or something, Toan then smirks as Tier still looks towards him wondering what the hell is going on, but before he can do anything Sean comes from behind and rolls Tier up, using a handful of tights, Tony doesn’t see… JH: Roll-Up! But he has the tights! He can’t lose like this! CL: Bastards! CM: Yes! [align=center]ONE![/align] CM: Yes! [align=center]TWO![/align] CM: YES! [align=center]THREE!!!!! SEAN WINS!!! NO WAIT!!!![/align] Tier somehow reverses and spins himself out of the school boy roll-up and himself rolls Sean up, holding him down as Tony now makes the cover, Toan on the stage not looking very happy as Tony counts… CM: WHAT!? NO! JH: Reversal! Cover! CL: Come on! [align=center]ONE… …TWO… …THRE… NO!!! WAIT! YES!!! TIER WINS!!![/align] The bell sounds as Tier releases Sean, Sean looks up in complete shock as Tier sits himself up, holding one arm in the air but looking straight towards Toan. CM: Dammit! No! JH: Tier wins! Tier is the Number one contender! CM: No dammit! CL: Horrorcore just showed wrasslin’ which is better. JH: Toan on the stage looks irate same as Sean. Toan on the stage looks quite bemused but he tries not to show it, Tier stands up and walks to the ropes as Tony Clarke lifts his arm up… MA: Your winner! At as time of eleven minutes and fifteen seconds and NEW! Dual crown number one contender… TIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! …As the fans continue to cheer like crazy, Tier just keeps staring towards Toan, Toan does the same back as the camera watches the stand off the show ends. JH: Tier is going to Violence Fetish! Tier is going to Violence Fetish! CL: Holy fuck bunnies! Tier, Remy, Kailey, a ladder match for the FIW Dual Crown Championship! CM: Don't worry guys, Toan will win the Condemned Fetish Match and make sure that whoever wins that match won't get far into their reign! JH: Well, that's all for us folks, for Conse and Chip, I'm Jonathon Hitchen, see ya November 26th at Violence Fetish! CL: You wouldn't FUCKING DARE miss it! [align=center] ![]() Copyright 2006, FIW and Sporkco. Studios[/align] |
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